It was a cold, dark night when I boarded the last train from a remote station. The atmosphere inside the compartment felt eerie— empty seats, flickering lights, and an unexplainable chill. As the train moved deeper into the night, strange sounds echoed through the corridors. I saw shadows lurking near the windows and felt as if someone was watching me.
Suddenly, in the dim light, a pale figure appeared—draped in white, with long hair covering her face. Her eyes glowed red, and she silently moved toward me. I froze in fear as a cold breath touched my neck. The lights went out for a few seconds, and when they came back, she was gone—but the smell of burning and decay lingered.
The passengers whispered about the witch’s shadow that haunts this train every full moon. Some say she died years ago in a tragic accident, while others believe she seeks revenge on travelers who dare to ride after midnight.
I barely escaped at the next station, vowing never to board that train again. Even today, whenever I hear the distant whistle of a night train, my heart races with fear. This journey remains one of the most terrifying experiences of my life.
